Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by H.A. Holden, Nide 2Hubert Ashton Holden 1864 |
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Sivu 43
... art called but when the dragon - womb of Stygian darkness spets her thickest gloom , and makes one blot of all the air , stay thy cloudy ebon chair , wherein thou ridest with Hecate , and befriend us thy vowed priests , till utmost end of ...
... art called but when the dragon - womb of Stygian darkness spets her thickest gloom , and makes one blot of all the air , stay thy cloudy ebon chair , wherein thou ridest with Hecate , and befriend us thy vowed priests , till utmost end of ...
Sivu 61
... thou art implacable , more deaf to prayers than winds and seas ; yet winds to seas are reconciled at length , and sea to shore : thy anger , unappeasable , still rages , eternal tempest , never to be calmed . Why do I humble thus myself ...
... thou art implacable , more deaf to prayers than winds and seas ; yet winds to seas are reconciled at length , and sea to shore : thy anger , unappeasable , still rages , eternal tempest , never to be calmed . Why do I humble thus myself ...
Sivu 76
... art a torturer ? Father , never dream , though thou mayst overbear this company , but ill must come of ill . - Frown ... thou but hear a human step : seek out some dark and silent corner , there bow thy white head before offended God ...
... art a torturer ? Father , never dream , though thou mayst overbear this company , but ill must come of ill . - Frown ... thou but hear a human step : seek out some dark and silent corner , there bow thy white head before offended God ...
Sivu 96
Hubert Ashton Holden. nor flow thy rivers over golden beds ; thou in the soul of man , -thy better wealth , - art richest : Nature's noblest produce thou bear'st with an opulence prodigal ; this thy right , thy privilege of climate and ...
Hubert Ashton Holden. nor flow thy rivers over golden beds ; thou in the soul of man , -thy better wealth , - art richest : Nature's noblest produce thou bear'st with an opulence prodigal ; this thy right , thy privilege of climate and ...
Sivu 98
... thou mad'st us blind ! Why do we then shun death , with anxious strife ? If light can thus deceive , wherefore not ... art thou innocent , my poor dear love ? And art thou dead ? O , those two words ! their sound should be divided ...
... thou mad'st us blind ! Why do we then shun death , with anxious strife ? If light can thus deceive , wherefore not ... art thou innocent , my poor dear love ? And art thou dead ? O , those two words ! their sound should be divided ...
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arms art thou bear BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty behold blood breast breath brother Cæsar clouds Conic Sections Creon crown Cymbeline dare dark dead dear death deeds dost doth dream earth Edition eyes fair fate father fear FLETCHER flowers fortune friends gentle give glory gods grace grave grief hand hate hath head hear heart heaven honour J. W. DONALDSON king leave light live look lord LORD BYRON Lycidas MASSINGER mighty MILTON mind mother Nathos ne'er never night noble Noble Kinsmen numbers o'er peace PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE pity poor prince queen S. T. COLERIDGE SHAKESPEARE shame sleep sorrow soul speak spirit St John's College stood stream sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue Trinity College unto virtue voice waves weep wind wretched youth
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Sivu 478 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
Sivu 201 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Sivu 375 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Sivu 435 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none ; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Sivu 209 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction...
Sivu 431 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Sivu 514 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Sivu 289 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Sivu 183 - By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...
Sivu 431 - He's here in double trust: First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.